“Well you will have to move on because you are drawing a crowd and that is disturbing the peace.”
But I says, “Officer do you mean to tell me that it is the business of the police to break strikes?” I says. “Is this a free country or is it Roossia?” But all he says is, “Move along girls move along,” and he pushes us down the street and when we try to come back he says he will call a patrol-wagon and so there we are it is tyranny and injustice, such as our ancestors rose against but what can we do there is nobody to take the part of poor working-girls on strike and so now I am sitting at home and I don’t know if I have got a job or not and I shall soon find out whether my landlady is as much friends with me as my splasher seems to show.
Your worried
Mame.
LETTER XV
IN WHICH I LOSE MY LOVER
Dear Mom:
I do hate to write such bad news but you made me promise I would tell you everything so here it is.
I have not got no job today and the worst of it is I am the only one that is not. I went back to the Elite Beauty Parlors this a. m. thinking I was to go on leading the strike but what do I see but everyone of them girls come up one by one and try to sneak into the place. I says, “What are you doing are you going to desert your union and your class?” And Adaire Huggins she says, “Mame, I am sorry but I have made a fool out of myself,” and Hotaire Schoenstein she says, “Mame I have got to eat,” and in they goes and back to work without no raise in wages and I am left standing on the sidewalk.
I would not go in if I was to die for it and anyhow I would only get kicked out because the madame she thinks I am the cause of that strike. But gee Mom aint it awful to think how the working-class will throw each other down and all they would have to do would be to stand together and they could get anything they want!